The Case of the Strong Swimmer, Chapter One (A Lieutenant David Chan Mystery)

It was winter break, which is a funny term for it here in Hawai‘i. I’d answered an ad in the Hawai‘i Star. A … More

All That Jazz (A Lieutenant David Chan Mystery, Chapter 23)

I struggled more with writing up this case than I did the last. Because I myself wasn’t part of the case, … More

When the call from Shanghai came, Chan’s adrenaline rush quickly died. “There was no tall woman in a mu‘umu‘u on … More

A man the right height approached, a baseball cap pulled down over his dark glasses. He carried a black case maybe … More

Chan asked what was up. “It’s a body. They found it out back,” said officer Williams. Chan’s pulse quickened as the … More

“That bastard is playing pool next door,” said Chan to the other three 49ers. “This is what we need to do.” … More

The crowd closed back around the table. Chan saw it had thinned, many not wanting to be near him in the … More

A man standing in front of Chan, turned to face him. “Oh wow,” the man said, “look who’s here. If it … More

It had always seemed ironic to Chan that the most mobbed-up pool hall in Honolulu sat a stone’s throw away … More

On the way to the Moana, Stillman filled Chan in on the young woman found on the beach. She’d been raped … More

Chan asked, “So when did Wo Fat and his four friends fly back to Shanghai?” “Oh,” said Kelly, “only the … More

Chan said simply that there were unanswered questions, but on the way to the station, he could see everything that … More

Recovering himself, Chan said. “We found heroin in Cal’s locker at Siu Lum Pai. He stole it from one of the Mexicans … More

Father and son sat on the lānai of their Punchbowl home. The sunset was one of those spectacular Hawaiian ones so … More

Chan gathered himself in the corridor outside Conrad Jones’s room. Now he would have to tell him about his son’s death. One … More

Sure enough, there was a duffle bag in the locker. It contained three large bags of white powder. The next morning, … More

Late that evening, nothing else breaking, David Chan staggered home to get food and a few hours of sleep. It turned … More

Chan hated himself for feeling momentary relief when Mrs. Jones blurted this out. He would not have to deliver the bad … More

Back at his desk, Chan took a look at the files of some other open cases. The one that concerned him … More

“Are we gonna let his father know?” asked Stillman. Chan shook his head. “No. Let’s give him a chance to recuperate.” “What … More